Melt
Tonight, I decided to return to the San Francisco night life for the first time since July 14. That was the last time I went out to any party and got my crazy groove on. But, I figured that five months away from the scene was probably a good break and I’m allowed to have fun, dammit.
It was after that party that I noticed my waning ability to hold it down for very long on the dancefloor. Some time after that, I did the infamous weigh in that kicked my ass off the couch. I promised myself that I wouldn’t go out until I’d lost at least ten pounds. I think I’ve passed that mark quite decisively. I think my exile can end.
After tonight’s workout, I grabbed a shower, sat around for a while, and thought about not going out at all. But, my friend, Ernie, called and nagged at me a little more. Well, I’m all dressed up. Might as well go.
M3 and Ellen Ferrato were spinning at an upscale club called Levende Lounge. I got there just after midnight, saw lots of familiar faces, including an already inebriated Ernie, and enjoyed the music. I don’t really like the dancefloor at Levende, but there’s no complaining about the music. It’s good to see old familiar faces around (hi, Angelica!) again. I doubt that I’ll return to my every-weekend-night clubbing schedule, but there’s nothing wrong with an outing once in a while.
New Year’s Eve is coming up. I wonder what I should do. Suggestions?
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